If I Were a Rich Man…

I began watching “Touch” Season 1 on Netflix a couple of days ago. A wonderful show about an autistic boy who, with his father’s (Keiffer Sutherland) help, solves a lot of the world’s hurt through seeing patterns of numbers in everything.

The episode (at least, one of the) had a sub-plot about a blogger who went to Paris, hoping to meet a guy after being dumped,and ending up meeting the guy by coming back to the US.  I would say it was a spoiler, but, by now, I begin to expect these things and saw it coming.  However, it was beautifully done and it almost teared me up.  I do tear up, btw, it just takes a bit more.  You know, like watching those 1st auditions on BGT/AGT of the great singers like Grace Vanderwaal (teared up again), but it still affected me.  Then I read a post from athingirl and it is about a girl and a boy finding love and there you have it, I am now lost in a track of thought in which I, though the mysterious twists and turns of an altered reality, find that special someone with whom I “click” wonderfully and, perhaps, forever.

I need to reel it in a bit and realize, even though I truly believe we create our own realities, I may not be prepared to find that special someone just yet.  I may need time or experience or new shoes for her to “see” me or for us to be where we need to be when we need to be.  It could come through one of the dating sites I am on (Since I “came out” about my involvement in BDSM on here several posts ago >here< I have changed my profiles accordingly), through the BDSM website I use, from this block,or simply, just stepping outside to get my mail (why not?).

I know I talk about this quite a bit on here, that matter of finding someone special.  Know it is not constantly on my mind, but doing it, saying it here allows me to speak freely and get some good advice back (so far, no trolls).

So, just letting you in on some of my thoughts.  Thanks for listening and know I am both sane and, basically, unworried as the LoA will win out in the end.

Namaste,

Scott

Snuggle Anyone?

I am not going to say much until I give you the chance to watch the two informative clips below.

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Okay, now for talking.  I was tremendously intrigued by this woman’s idea of business.  Not because of any sexual connotations.  Instead, it’s because I, actually, thought about this as a business years ago.  The problem I saw with it was that I figured people wouldn’t go for it being non-sexual and I would end up in jail.

I saw this on Comcast’s news summary.  It was a different clip and one that, in many ways, went into a little more depth.  For instance, the two clips talk about her $60 / hr charge to cuddle.  The other clip reported that for $300 she would cuddle with you for an entire night.

Now, I can already hear the screams of “I bet it’s not sexual!” and “You have got to be kidding!”  However, let me ask you this:  “Do you get enough human contact to be healthy?”

My stroke counselor gets worried about me at times because she wants to make absolutely certain that I get out and be around people.  She is happy that I am on the computer, that I have my blog and those friends, and that I have my cat for company.  However, she tells me that you must have actual human contact in the right amounts or you will become unhealthy and depressed.  I have read enough to know that to be true.

Here’s the thing:  I talk a lot about going out for dates and things like that.  I talk about never getting married again because of how much I might have to give up that I am not willing to anymore.  There is all of that talking.  But, what I do truly miss is holding someone’s hand, hugging someone, and…yes, sleeping with my arm around someone.  Are there sexual thoughts?  Well, yes, but that, often,  takes a back seat to just the idea of holding someone.  I have had many times in recent years when I wanted to ask someone if they would spend the night just to cuddle.  I have wanted to cuddle with some women, but didn’t because I knew what would, most likely, start going on in their heads.  We are nearly programmed to think that touching and holding means sexual interest and more of a permanent relationship being desired.

Why does it have to be that way?  Why can’t people simply touch and hold each other and do that for an evening once in a while?

I am not certain here that I have any good answers.  That’s not really the point.  My point here is that this person seems to be offering something needed in our society and she is being met with a lot of criticism and crude humor.  I, for one, wish someone would legitimately open a snugglery near here.  It would be a pleasant alternative to so many things.

What do you think?

Would you go?

What would you think of someone who did?

Namaste,

Scott